>>38832749
>>Go look for the source of the music

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>>38832789
>>38832789
After regaining a bit of my composure I check the ammo in the gun. One round. "How ironic," I think to myself and make it to my feet.

I'm just waiting for that goat thing to get back up. It honestly doesn't feel real.

After moving the filing cabinet out of the way I open the door and look down the hallway. Safety first, I suppose.

The room across from the Principal's Office is labeled "Councilor's Office," with a sliding golden plaque on it that says "Do Not Disturb." It's the last place that I saw Koffer come from, and where the music seems to be coming from.

I put my hand on the knob of the door and try to turn it, but it's locked. The door doesn't seem too necessarily sturdy, and even if I can't knock it down with my shoulder, I could probably just shoot the lock off in a desperate situation.

But then again, Koffer might still be in there. I begin to knock on the door.

"Koffer!" I yell. But after a couple of more knocks, I get no response. Then again, that music is pretty loud, maybe he can't hear me?

>Leave and look for X
>Knock the door down
>Search through the area more (Heading East/West/South)

>>38833218
>Search through the area more (Heading East/West/South)
South.

>>38833218
>>Knock the door down
Remember, the trick for kicking a door in is to aim the blow to where the locking mechanism is, and put all your weight into the strike.

Or, alternatively, run towards and the just smash the fucking thing with your shoulder.

>>38833218
>Shout "Open Sesame!" It worked for Patrick and it'll work for us.

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>>38833277
>>38833365
>>38833411
"Open sesame..." I mutter under my breath. No luck huh? I might have lost my mind, but at least not my sense of humor.

I go back out of the Principals Office area into the hallway. I come back to the same 4-way intersection that I was at earlier today. The doors are still boarded up to the front of the school, the ramp is still to the west, and the hallway where I saw Katlyn to the East.

Just thinking about seeing Katlyn in that shape makes my hair stand up on the back of my head. Looking to the South I can see through the windows above the hallway that the sun is going down.

The hallway is illuminated with a orange tinted highlight, bringing back some of the vibrant colors that were once on the lockers, and even making some of the rust look lively. I end up passing locker numbers 100 through 600 all closed with padlocks. Countless classrooms, all with identical doors, and rusted brass plaques on them that once possibly held the teachers name. As I move further and further south the music drains away more and more until I'm finally back into the silence of the twilight hallway.

Without any actual direction I walk aimlessly down hallway after hallway until I make my way to what seems to be a small upwards stairway. From above the stairs I can faintly hear the same classical music humming away. Dual elevator doors sit to my right. "Did I go in a circle?" I wonder to myself. Maybe I should start finding a way to make a map of this place.

>See if the Elevator is working
>Go Upstairs

>>38833798
>Go Upstairs

>>38833798
Wait... lights coming in from a window? Does said window open? Is said window not a fall to our deaths?

>>38833852
We went a little more into the windows in the second(?) thread. They were arranged like the windows in this picture >>38833798 but a little higher and about 1/4th the size of the windows. Really just enough to let light in.

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>>38833825
I walk up the stairs and a small hallways with a wooden bridge stretches before me for maybe thirty or forty feet. The music is definitely louder up here. On my side, the floor below me, which used to be concrete with tile laid upon is cracked and broken. Looks like the concrete and tile has been knocked off with something, maybe by an explosion or something? On the other side the tile and concrete is a clean cut as if a construction crew had done it with some professional tools.

The wooden bridge is suspended by 4 rusty metal poles stuck into the concrete. Ropes are tied around the poles in what seems like steady enough knots. "What in the living fuck is going on here?"

On the other side of the bride is a ramp that slowly moves upwards and around a corner. "The ramp new the Principals Office?"

>Examine the Bridge more intently
>Examine the Poles
>Look below the bridge
>Go back to the elevator

>>38834262
>Examine the Bridge more intently
>Examine the Poles
>Look below the bridge

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>38834262
>>Examine the Bridge more intently
>>Examine the Poles
uhhhm...

>Rolling for sanity check

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>38834332
>8
You all know what this means...

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!

Rolling for corruption points or however that works.

Quest goes in the title field, you drooling mongoloid.

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>>38834353
Well I haven't been using my trip either, but you'll have to forgive me on the title. I've had a hard day at work. I'm pretty exhausted.

fug u

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>>38834278
>>38834332
"What is something like this doing here?" I move closer to the bridge to touch one of the metal poles supporting it, but once I do I hear a loud squeal from below the bridge cutting through the repeated music like a hot knife through butter.

Now you must understand, this catches me a bit off guard and I almost fall backwards. Remembering there are stair behind me, I quickly try to regain my composure and succeed. I almost at once realize it's the squeal of a pig and move more toward the bridge yet again.

I peak my head over the edge and peak downward. A rancid stench comes and penetrates my nostrils with a burning sensation. A large muddy pit filled with a small collection of some sort of boar or hog. They whine and squeak hardly taking any notice of me. It's almost too dark to make out exactly what they are doing. But I can get a good enough idea from the things I can make out. They are definitely eating, and there is only one other thing I make out below their jaws as they smack up and down. Boots. Multiple legs with boots on them. Whatever is above them is covered up by the hogs massive frames. Snapping noises come occasionally like thick sticks being broken in half.

Immediately realizing what the stench is, I real back and fall to my knees. I start to break out into a sweat. My eyes move from side to side in a panic.

I start to dry heave onto the ground until I eventually stomach acid makes it's way out of my mouth, revealing to me something I hadn't though about before. I haven't eaten all day.

>Try to Examine the Poles again
>Examine the Bridge
>I'm far too scared to examine the pit
>Go to the elevator
>Try to cross the bridge

>>38834621
>Try to cross the bridge

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>>38834662
"Okay, no turning back now I guess..."

With the taste of stomach acid in my mouth, I try to make my way to my feet. Legs trembling, I shamble over to the bridge. Screech after screech comes out of the animals below as I put my foot on the first part of the bridge. It occurs to me I've never walked across a wooden bridge like this.

Suspended in mid air, I grab on to the support ropes on either side and start making my way across. I can feel just with my weight that the pieces of wood below me are at least somewhat rotten. Slow step after slow step I make my way to the middle of the bridge.

It is here, right at the peak of my paranoia, that it is realized. I put my foot onto one of the planks, and it snaps dry in two. Termite damaged wood flies in all directions as I try to balance myself. But it's no good. My leg goes through the hole in the bridge and my weight all shifts to the right side trying to pull myself back up. As I do this however the metal pole on the right side in the direction I came from snaps with the pressure.

The rusty section of metal falls down into the pit, striking one of the hogs on the head before it finally lay in the mud.

The bridge twists and turns now completely off balance and center without a support beam until I find myself hanging sideways, holding onto the left support rope, my leg still stuck in the bridge.

I look below and the hogs are snarling, gathering below me and waiting for me to fall.

A second support beam breaks. This time the right support beam on the far side of the bridge. The bridge almost flips completely upside down as I grasp for dear life onto the rope, using the weight of my leg on the damaged bridge to support my grasp.

I can't help but scream a few cries of help until I realize it's not coming.

>Try to gain balance and climb to the other side roll d20
>Try to find a way to fall gracefully roll d20
>Keep calling for help

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>38835102
>Try to gain balance and climb to the other side

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>>38835129
I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

"Okay, okay...assess the situation. What exactly would I have to do to regain balance?"

After a couple of moment of thinking, I realize I'll have to thrust forward with all my strength. With some luck, I just might be able to balance myself completely sideways on the rope. From there I should just be able to climb upside down to the other side.

I take a few moment to prepare my body and make a quick thrust forward. I successfully bring myself to a perfect 90 degree angle and balance what is left of the bridge.

"Godamn that must have looked cool."

I slowly start to move my trapped leg out from between the two planks with amazing success. Wrapping my body like a snake around the upper left support rope, I start making my way to the other side with great haste.

After pulling the upper part of my body over the cleanly cut concrete I let go of the rope and let my self drop. I set up and grab the left support beam as if it were the leg of someone who had saved my life and clench it crying for a moment or two until I finally feel I can wipe the tears from my eyes.

I make my way back to my footing and start walking to the ramp, up it, and around the corner.

My stomach drops as going around the corner reveals the same 4-way hallway. The music as loud as ever, the boarded up doors to my left, to my right the dark hallway I went to down, and in front of me the Principal's Office I left with the hallway I saw Katlyn in flowing deep into the confines of the school building.

That's it for PT 5 m8's. I got other shit to do today. Thanks for playing.